Page 75 of Twisted Truths

Deputy Gentry nodded at what I assumed to be his partner.

“There’s been an accident involving a vehicle registered to you.”

An accident?

“I don’t understand.” I felt my head shaking. “We have an SUV which I drive, and a smaller sedan.”

“Blue?” The officer stepped further inside.

“Yes.”

“Your wife has been in an accident.” He removed his hat. “I’m sorry to inform you of this loss.”

Loss?

A sudden loud buzzing deafened me, and I couldn’t make sense of what he was saying. His lips were moving, but all I could hear was the buzzing.

He’s sorry for the loss?

“We’ll give you a ride.” Deputy Gentry motioned for me to move forward.

“Is my wife dead?”

“I’m very sorry, Mr. Walsh.”

“I need to call my dad.” My voice went from normal to hollow. “He’s a lawyer.”

“Have him meet us downtown.”

“Can I drive myself?”

“How about I drive?” He tilted his head. “You look a little pale.”

Nodding, I pulled my phone out and called home.

My dad picked up the phone on the first ring. “Henry, are you okay?”

“No.” I shuddered. “Dad. I need you to meet me at the police station.”

“Son?” I heard clattering around. “What?”

“There’s been an accident.” My voice trembled. “She destroyed the apartment. I need to answer questions.”

“I’m running out the door now.”

“Dad, Dillon might need to stay with you.”

“Stop. We’ll get this worked out.”

“Dad?”

“Henry?”

“Victoria’s dead.” The phone slipped from my hand and I dropped to my knees.

Divorced, yes. Dead? No.

“Mr. Walsh, can you meet us at the station? … Yes, sir. … No, we need to clear some things up.”

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